Page 84

“Why do you feel like nothing?”

Weldir paused. “You don’t feel anything?” he asked, surprised since she’d been moaning for him. He could also see her tender skin dipping beneath his restrained strength.

“I do. You just don’t feel hot or cold. Like you’re not really real.”

Weldir was quite proud of himself when he had what he thought might be a witty and playful retort to offer. “Maybe I’m just waiting for you to warm me up.”

When his joke was met with a dull look, he laughed. He’d never teased her before and found it quite thrilling. Why have I never tried to do that? Teasing, flirting, anything sensual really, had been quite out of the realm of his wants. He was finding it, and this, remarkably enjoyable.

Keeping his left hand on her breast to play with it, since she seemed to like it by the indication of her breathiness and the way she pushed into his palm, he lowered his right hand. Weldir steered clear of her side and instead tickled the backs of his claws down her abdomen to see how he fared.

His mist collected tighter in reaction to her shuddering moan, the way the muscles beneath his stroke tightened and spasmed, and how she arched. Then she bowed inwards when he did it down the line of one hip, and her thighs parted slightly when he skimmed his fingers across her waistline.

He dipped his claws underneath them, hooked his fingers, and slowly brought her trousers down her strong legs. Lindiwe aided him by lifting one leg at a time until the pants were gone from the long limbs.

Then, she was finally bared to him – fully – for the first time in his realm.

I’ve seen her naked plenty of times. But somehow it felt different when her skin was surrounded by the depths of his darkness. She seemed fuller, more beautiful, more... tantalising under his direct gaze, rather than through a viewing disc.

She even offered him a raspy breath when he palmed the inside of her thigh, intending to part them himself, but she willingly split them. When he looked up, trying to gauge if he was going too slow and she wanted him to quicken the pace, he paused once more.

Her doe-brown eyes were locked on his hand close to the junction of her legs.

She appeared enthralled, as if all these minor touches were exactly what she wanted.

Even her skin flared with little prickles, like waves of goosebumps were assaulting her with every small gesture he made as she gave a little shiver.

I never knew my touch could have such power. Especially not over her.

Weldir inspected himself from afar, wondering what it was like for her. What it was like to be touched in the same way he was gifting to her. Would he like it just as much? Did she even want to reciprocate, and would he allow it?

These were questions he’d fixate on another time.

Lindiwe parted her thighs just a little more and bucked her hips, her eyes flicking up to his face. He could almost read her impatient expression.

He’d stopped, and she wanted more.

I have to be careful, he thought, as he finally continued his path higher.

He’d learned that some women don’t like their clit being stroked from underneath, so he intended to avoid that motion for now. They could experiment more another time, as he wanted to do what he thought would be safe after the last time he’d ruined this.

Instead, he brushed through her curls and the outside of her pussy lips, noting how the folds of her clit were deeper brown than the rest of her skin, and the inside was a dark pink.

She looked feminine, soft, and lovely. He liked that the pinkness of her pussy indicated where he needed to eventually go, her slit already glistening and pooling. It would be more delicate.

He brushed through the curls covering her pubic mound, and her thighs twitched. Yet before he could go lower, she grabbed his hand, her fingers curling behind what was physical.

“Y-your nails... claws?” she sputtered hoarsely, her voice airy and sweeter than usual.

Weldir had already thought about that and showed her by turning his hand over and scratching down the inside of her wrist. His middle and fourth finger lacked any sharpness, as he’d evaporated the claws from them for her.

Females didn’t like sharp things inside them, and their bodies were made to give around girth and not be rammed into too hard – a mistake he’d made last time.

They had limits. Limits he’d taught himself about.

Seeing she was safe, she nodded and removed her hold on his hand.

Weldir dived down and into her wet slit to pet the nub of her clit with two fingers.

Quick to moan, she easily shared more with him when he applied just enough pressure while he went in a circle over it.

At the same time, he thumbed her nipple with his other hand still on her breast, occasionally giving it a knead.

The thrum of her heartbeat quickened, as did her breaths that grew shallower with each foray.

More liquid pooled at the entrance of her pussy, and it split open slightly when she parted her thighs for more.

Her eyes grew glassy and never left where he touched her pussy.

She bucked it against his fingers when he must have petted her just right, and her hips never ceased waving, even when he went side to side over it.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice holding a strange ache to it that even reached his inexperienced ears. “Inside me.”

One thing Weldir knew he’d struggle with was when to move on.

Thankful she’d told him, he slipped his fingers through her swelling folds and dabbed at her entrance.

He was about to push both inside, then thought better of it.

He wrapped a tendril around his middle finger in preparation for later and penetrated her.

“Oh god, ” Lindiwe moaned, tilting her head back as she went to grip his forearm.

Weldir grunted just as he moved part of his face away so he could give her something to hold onto. She rode his finger herself, and he didn’t even need to do anything but watch.

She gave a deeper moan, her hips waving back and forth, as her expression softened and her lips parted to let out quick pants. Then she appeared to grind hard, and her knees buckled inwards a little.

Look how needy she is being... With just one of his fingers.

He considered making his body bigger to give her something girthier to ride on, but she suddenly paused.

With eyes wide, she looked down at him in what he thought might be horror at her own lustful actions. But Weldir had thoroughly savoured her doing so. And seeing she’d stretched herself enough, he shoved a second finger inside her to see if she’d do it again.

“Nnh.” She arched again, and her grip on his forearm tightened as she gyrated on both his fingers.

Her breasts quivered as she released a cry. Weldir released his hold on the left mound so he could see the way it trembled, how her nipples seemed to grow harder when goosebumps trailed over her chest.

I’m... actually enjoying this much more than I thought I would. He placed his arm around her back and squeezed one of her arse cheeks instead, kneading it to see if she liked it, and her hips visibly dipped into his palm’s hold.

Wanting to aid her in some way, he hooked his fingers forward to press against some kind of special place inside females that seemed to make them turn into the most lecherous creatures.

Her lips parted more, and her nails dug into the solidness of his form around his forearm, causing pieces to flake off.

“Weldir,” she softly, gently, lustfully moaned , and he’d never heard his name being uttered in such a mesmerising way before.

He didn’t even know it could be.

The strangest growl radiated from him. I like that. A lot.

With his hand gripping her arse tightly, he halted her and thrust his fingers. He made sure he didn’t do it too hard, and when he did it again and she only moaned for him, he repeated the motion again and again. Each time he increased the pace until she was forced to let his arm go.

He moved the tangible part of him to his shoulders so she could hold onto them, filling out what he couldn’t with a barrier.

He watched as her little nails tried to bite in deep as she dipped her head back with her lips parted wide.

Then her noises ceased their volume, as a squelch came from where his fingers and the tendril wrapped around them pistoned rapidly inside her.

Her breaths panted out of her, each one simmering with a cry, while her knees drew up and spread.

It took him a moment to realise she was climaxing. Her body spasmed and trembled all over, her thigh muscles, abdomen, and even biceps clenching. Her toes curled while her feet arched and her brown skin, coated in a thin layer of dewy sweat, erupted with goosebumps.

She managed to suck in a strangled breath, but with Weldir refusing to relent, his fingers still pumping, she only managed to choke out a sweet, lost little whimper.

Just when he thought she might start to finish, he whisked away his thumb claw and placed the pad of it against her clit.

He also formed a new tendril, this one misty and mostly clear from the overuse of his mana, and wrapped it around her right breast. He made it coil around the soft mound, clamping the tendril around the base of it until it was perkier than before, and circled her nipple in a tight pinch.

With her body still tremendously shaking, she shunted her head forward. She darted her gaze between his tendril and his hand, her dark brows so furrowed he would have thought she was in agony.

Eventually her legs started to kick as she squirmed against his tempo, Weldir going faster and faster until he found a rhythm he liked.

One that he didn’t feel any adverse effects from, like mortal tiredness or strain, and was probably far too much for her human body.

But he relished the way she twisted and squirmed, and how her hair waved in all directions as she threw her head around.

Little bubbles of creamy-white liquid floated around them, the evidence of her ongoing climaxes. Her release coated her pussy, her clit, and even trailed down her backside before dripping off to join the others hovering away from his pumping hand.

He rather liked that too. It was adding to his realm in a way he never thought possible, one of pleasure and need.

Her features pinched, and she let go of his shoulders to grab his hand.

“Please. Stop.” Her nails tried to dig into the darkness of his body, but she couldn’t find purchase when he didn’t want to give it. “I can’t take anymore. It’s too much.”

Weldir let out an annoyed, growly huff, not wanting to stop playing with her when he was rather enamoured with the moment. He’d never had this female soft for him before, this pliable, or this close, without her having a wary gaze.

Yet despite the longing to continue, he did as he was asked. Only then did her body, which had entirely locked up, relax. Just as he went to pull his fingers from her, he realised he’d almost forgotten the point of her coming to his realm.

With the tendril wrapped around his fingers so she wouldn’t be bothered by it, he realised his essence within her pussy. He waited a moment to make sure it was deep and then removed everything. He was slow about it when her breath hitched with each inch he withdrew, her little cunt quite swollen.

He’d learned all manner of words he could use.

When he was gone from her, he noted her slack-jawed gaze. There was surprise in it that he’d pleasured her well, perhaps even a little bit of awe, and both left him and his mist vibrating with contented satisfaction.

Liquid dripped and floated off his hand and bubbled through the air in his weightless realm. He looked down, inspecting the sheen of light grey from his essence on the tips of his fingers, while the rest of their lengths and much of his palm was covered in a wetness that was solely hers.

Seeing the contrast of its shine against his hand, he realised he wasn’t as oily in appearance as he’d thought and was actually quite matte. He’d never had anything to compare himself to before.

“Interesting,” he muttered, brushing the pad of his thumb through the evidence of her climaxes clinging to his fingers.

He was disappointed when he eventually had to let go of the mana-fatiguing control he had on his physical manifestation, and let it disappear into the nether of his realm as parts of him dispersed. He knew he disappeared from her sight entirely, even if he never left her side.

It took her a long time to stop shuddering and quivering. To grasp some control of her unsteady breaths and thundering heart.

When she did, she looked around at the emptiness, with her eyes wide and her lips wordlessly muttering.

He thought it might be, “What the fuck did he just do to me?”

He was rather pleased and triumphant about that too.